"This is the list of people who are ready to be recalled to the country this time, Comrade First Deputy People's Commissar." A middle-aged man in a gray tweed suit placed a stack of papers in front of Melkulov.

"How many people are there now? Paulia. Petrovich. Melkulov flipped through the papers, looked up and asked.

"Two hundred and sixty-nine, Comrade First Deputy People's Commissar." Paulia. Petrovich. Major Roshka reported earnestly to his immediate superiors.

"Is there anything missing?" Melkulov casually pulled out a list and read it.

"There is no omission, we have all strictly screened them, and at the same time we have sufficient evidence, Comrade First Deputy People's Commissar." The National Security Major puffed out his chest as if to strengthen the power of his words.

"Very well," Merkulov looked up at the major and nodded slightly.

"Add a name to the list, make up 270 people, and report it to Moscow." Melkulov picked up the pen from the table, unscrewed the cap, and signed his name on the first page of the list.

"Yes, Comrade First Deputy People's Commissar....... Excuse me... Whose name would you like to add? Major Roshka asked, somewhat confused.

"How do I know who it is, it's your job, give me to get two hundred and seventy people right now, or fill in your own name. Still have questions? Paulia. Petrovich. Melkulov threw the stack of papers in front of the major.

"Understood, Comrade First Deputy People's Commissar, there are no problems, Comrade First Deputy People's Commissar." The Major's face was completely bloodless, and he replied aloud as if with all his strength.

"Very well, let's do it now." Melkulov waved his hand.

"Yes, Comrade First Deputy People's Commissar." Major Roshka gave a quick salute, then turned and strode out of the office.

"Rough embryo." Melkulov raised his hand and scratched his forehead, Major Roshka's brain, although not flexible, was particularly useful in this kind of thing.

Merkulov had no interest or time to identify the names of the people on the list, or to find out what they had done, he only knew that these people were destined to have no future, and when they returned to the Soviet Union, they would be arrested and tried by the NKVD, and perhaps some interrogation procedures, but as Roshka said, they had ample evidence in their hands, and those who committed serious crimes would be executed, and those who had less serious crimes would spend the rest of their lives in the gulag (labor camps).

This will be the title of traitors corrupted and bought by German intelligence, who were once the elites of the Soviet Union, the backbone of science and technology, and industry, and who were once considered to be extremely loyal to their motherland, and who would not have been sent to Germany to become staff of the Soviet trade office in Berlin.

The task of these people is to inspect all walks of life in Germany, and at the same time to identify the technology that the Soviet Union may need, and to learn from the advanced experience of the Germans, especially in the past two years, because of the rapid development of the German military industry, the Soviet Union began to send such experts to Berlin continuously, and in the 39th year the number of staff in the representative office reached the highest peak in history, and there were more than 500 people in the organization.

To the concern of the Ministry of Internal Affairs personnel, the well-pocketed German entrepreneurs used all sorts of means to win over the Soviets, who, in the eyes of the security officers, seemed to be overzealous in these specialists if they were only trying to sell their products to the Soviet government.

Agents of the Ministry of Internal Affairs began to monitor the activities of several of these important representatives, and sure enough, they found a lot of suspicious things, such as gifts from unknown sources in their hands, and they also bought luxury items such as high-end furniture, perfumes, furs, jewelry, and other luxury items for their relatives in the Soviet Union, which were difficult to find in the country.

What infuriates these security fighters even more is that many of the delegates have become addicted to the extravagance of capitalism, and they spend their free time in Berlin's cafes, bars, and clubs, and some even secretly have romantic affairs with German women, whose conversation and behavior have become more and more like those Germans they have come into contact with.

The security personnel of the Ministry of Internal Affairs had reason to believe that some of them had been plotted against by the German intelligence services, but in view of the delicate and sensitive period of relations between the Soviet Union and Germany, the Ministry of Internal Affairs had to be particularly careful in dealing with the matter, both to eradicate the traitors and not to provoke or alarm the Germans as much as possible.

The director of the bureau is already familiar with this kind of work, having personally participated in the internal purge of the European department of the General Directorate of Political Security two years ago, and this time he is going to take the medicine as prescribed and carry out another blood exchange operation.

The people on this list will be transferred back to China in two months, and the reason given is that they have done a very good job, and at the same time they have learned advanced German experience during the study tour in Germany, and the Soviets are now in dire need of such high-level personnel, and they will be transferred to Moscow, and then they will take up leadership responsibilities in some important enterprises.

As to whether these people were really plotted against by the Germans, Merkulov never doubted this, and it seemed to him that all the more than 400 experts here were suspected, and that none of them could be completely innocent in the face of the great NKVD. Just like just now, he asked for another name for the sake of data aesthetics, so that Major Roshka would definitely be able to find out someone's treason.

As for Major Roshka, this lumberjack-turned-fellow is a big old man, who usually can't even read all the words on the document, and is completely promoted to the current rank by relying on his "excellent performance" in the purge, and in the eyes of Merkulov, this kind of talent is the most loyal Bolsheviks, even if they are equipped with swords, they will not betray their homeland.

"The German General Security Service... The Intelligence Directorate of the German High Command ... Eye of Odin. Melkulov flipped through a document in his hand, frowning as he read the contents carefully.

"What an awe-inspiring opponent." Melkulov ran his finger over a photograph clipped to a document. It is clear that this photograph was taken secretly on the street, showing a group of German Army officers stepping down the steps of the Chancellery, and a female colonel walking in the middle, with a mesmerizing smile on her face.

"Voglind. Colonel Kirsten ... ? Major General Melkulov picked up the red and blue pencil at hand and drew a circle on Kirsten's head.

"His full name is Vsevolod. Nikolaevich. Melkulov, First Deputy People's Commissar of the People's Commissariat of Internal Affairs of the USSR, Head of the State Directorate of Political Security, State Security Commissar of the Third Rank, was equivalent to a major general in the army. A middle-aged officer in the black uniform of the General Security Service pointed at Melkulov on the screen on the wall with a whip in his hand.

He and Beria were classmates and attended the Baku Technical School together, but then he went to St. Petersburg, which was then the capital of the Russian Empire, in 1913. He was admitted to St. Petersburg University and studied science. The SS major made a gesture, and the projectionist hurriedly changed a slide.

A photograph of the young Melkulov in the uniform of a non-commissioned officer of the Russian Imperial Army appeared on the screen.

"After graduating, he joined the Russian Army, and because of his higher education, he was directly appointed as a non-commissioned officer, and when the revolution broke out in Russia, he switched to the Soviet Red Army, next." The major shook the whip in a dashing manner.

From 1921 to 1931 he served in the Georgian Suppression Committee, and because of his previous relationship with Beria, from 31 years he was transferred to Beria, who was then the first secretary of Georgia, to deal with the latter's problems in party affairs.

During that time, he spent a lot of effort on the ass of his old classmate, and was soon regarded as a confidant by Beria. After Beria became NKVD in 38, he was promoted to First Deputy People's Commissar, head of the State Political Security Directorate.

This man was not very good at intelligence work, he was more adept at internal purges and purges, and because of this, he was very trusted by Stalin and Beria, and this time Stalin sent this man to Berlin, and it was obvious that he had a very important mission. Detailed information about this person has already been sent to your office, Colonel Kirsten. The Major withdrew his whip and stood respectfully at the screen.

A light came on at the top of the screening room, and Kirsten got up from the couch in the middle of the front row and stepped to the screen.

"Vsevorod. Nikolaevich. Major General Melkulov ... Is it? ”

Looking at the high-spirited Major General of the Ministry of Internal Affairs in the picture, Kirsten narrowed his beautiful eyes slightly.